Monday, April 10

Not really all that pretty

Why do I love Beautiful Girls? It's not really a great movie, so I can't quite put my finger on why I like it so much, but I can't not watch it. Ever. For instance, yesterday, I was flipping around after the Sox game, and lo! There it was, and there I sat, watching it obsessively. Perhaps it goes back to my weird love of Timothy Hutton. (What? He was so tortured in Ordinary People. So wounded. So cute and suicidal.) Maybe it's because Michael Rapaport makes me laugh. Maybe it's my (admitted) over-fondness for the rambling soliloquy. Maybe I'm a nut job.

Or maybe it's just Rosie's diatribe against fake titties.

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